Edith Mirick (Эдит Мирик)

April Snow

There is snow
Upon the April
Of our love.
Like petals
From spent blossoms
It drifts
Over the lush green
Of new growth. 

1. Deirdre
2. Tragedy
3. Closed Doors
4. Pins
5. Of a Stout Lady

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